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Gin Weasley (chasing_gin) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-08-08 21:28:00

Entry tags:

ayla, cassie ainsworth, clark kent, complete, daisuke jigen, day 10, elminster aumar, faith lehane, gabrielle, ginny weasley, giselle, haruka tenoh, hurricane party, kadaj, katara, legolas greenleaf, max evans, michiru kaioh, rogue darkholme, rose tyler, sailor neptune, sailor uranus, scott evil, seeley booth, sonya blade, susan pevensie, temperance brennan, the doctor, xena

Hurricane Party!
Who: Ginny and the other residents of the resort
What: Hurricane Party!
When: Day 10, around 7 PM.
Where: The White Sands Resort Bar and Club
Rating: PG? I don't know what crazy shenanigans are going to occur.
Status: In progress.

Ginny hated being stuck indoors.

She almost literally been trying to climb the walls in her frustration when she'd decided to throw a hurricane party. She hadn't met many of the residents, and figured if there was anyone else as irritated at being stuck inside then they'd appreciate the change of scenery. It'd also give people a chance to mingle and meet. She wondered if there were others from her world here besides Tonks.

The planet had been most accomodating to her ideas. The club was currently themed for a luau, and small lanterns shed a soft glow over numerous smaller groupings of tables as well as over the dance floor and bar. She hadn't been sure what the other residents might eat, so she'd asked for a large selection of snacks. The bar was well-stocked as well. She didn't recognize all of the things stocked, but she did notice a bottle of Firewhiskey and what appeared to be butterbeer.

Now all this party needed was people. Maybe she'd get to see Max again.

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braver
2008-08-27 12:14 pm UTC (link)

She smirked at him. "Booth, you're a good dancer. You just have to move to the rhythm. The type of music doesn't matter." Brennan was always, first and foremost, honest and abrupt. She told the truth, as she saw it, whether it was appropriate or not. She didn't care if others agreed with her, she always felt that what she said was right and everyone else was wrong.

She shook her head and laughed a little at the vision of Booth in an Aloha shirt with a coconut bra and grass skirt on. Even more impossible to imagine was a younger Booth in high school. She wondered what he had looked like then and if he had changed much. As much as she knew about bones, they never ceased to amaze her. Some people's bones changed so much that they looked completely different from the way they did as a child. And some people looked almost identical. She wondered which type Booth was.

They weren't in high school, though. They were stuck in some strange place full of strange people. They were at a bar turned tiki room with hawaiian music blaring through the speakers. Booth's hands on her hips were distracting her, and she tried to think of anything but the localized warmth they provided. Her own arms had gone around his neck, and they were standing uncomfortably close. She looked over his shoulder so she wouldn't have to look into his eyes. God, what was wrong with her?

The fact that Booth was the only person she knew was for real in this place, and the fact that is place scared her a little, might have made her a little more vulnerable to her feelings. But she was careful to keep them at bay. She wasn't going to break down now. Not with Booth there to witness it. She had to be strong. She was strong. He couldn't see her as weak. She hated that.

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seeleyboothfbi
2008-08-29 01:22 pm UTC (link)

Two songs after and they were still dancing. Quietly moving through the dance floor. Too quiet. He wasn't the kind of guy who talked and talked and talked but, he wasn't the one who could be hours without saying a word either. He needed to talk from time to time, to engage in a conversation. Truth is, as Brennan once said, he got bored very easily.

He still had his hand on her hips and her arms were placed around his neck. He never been this close to Brennan since they started working together, at least not willingly. He remembered the first one, when they where inside Gormogon's vault and the transmitter did the beeping sound that he thought was a bomb, he threw himself over her to protect her and then she complained about it. Second and most important, how could he forget? The kiss they shared under the mistletoe. In the back of his mind he knew that if he wanted to back away from that situation, he could have done it. No doubt. But he didn't, he couldn't say no to her. It was her first Christmas in family after 15 years. After all it was just a kiss, under the mistletoe, Christmas spirit! Oh yeah, and a gum. Important detail that he would never forget.

Somehow, while he was in dreamland, the bar grew it's population. He turned his head a bit to the right to look at Brennan and noticed she had a confused gaze. He gripped her a little bit tighter by the hip and called her name to have her attention. "I think that there is much more people in here than before," they were face to face looking at each others eyes and before getting any an answer from her Booth pushed her back a few steps to end their dance. She looked surprised when he first talked to her, looking like she was focused on something absent minded. "Is everything okay, Bones?" maybe all this dancing idea wasn't very good after all. He needed to go back to his secure place, his stool by the bar with his drink, which he saw wasn't there anymore.

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braver
2008-08-31 09:48 pm UTC (link)

Beyond a few guy hugs and some closeness while investigating cases, they were never willingly this close together. Her breath hitched whenever his touch moved on her hips. It seemed like ages that they danced, but it was really only two songs. When he stepped away from her, her arms fell to her sides. She gave him a tight smile. "Yeah, I'm fine."

She looked back to where their places at the bar had been filled and frowned. "Maybe we should go. Come to think of it, I'm feeling a little sick. You... stick around, have fun. I think I'm going back to my room to lie down." She gave him a smile so that he wouldn't worry about her, but she headed off the dance floor and moved through the crowd to the door.

She slipped through the door and took a deep breath of air that hadn't been warmed by a hundred bodies. Live people were not her thing, and the possibility that they might not get out of here really freaked her out. She would cope eventually, because she was rational, but there was absolutely nothing rational about this place. Nothing at all.

She stepped into her room and shut the door behind her, leaning against it for a moment before she shut the light off. Crawling into bed with her clothes still on, she felt tears leak down her face and become absorbed by the pillow beneath her head. Even with Booth here, she'd never felt so lost.

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